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She came from an accidental litter at a family friend's house and she was always a little high strung; no nail clippers, no brushings, pets on her terms. But she was my baby. Followed me everywhere, talked to me, slept on me, and was there to comfort me through some of the worst times in my life. Finding her and saying hello and asking how her day was, did she have good naps, was my first priority every time I got home from work.
I lost her after fifteen years to a bad UTI and delayed reaction to the sedatives they had to use to handle her at the vet. Won't go into the details but it was an extremely traumatic experience in ways that left me with vivid flashbacks until I threw away my rug and reorganized my room. I don't blame the emergency vet, they did what they could and were very kind, but I do blame myself for making the wrong decisions and letting my baby go in pain after so many years together. The guilt wouldn't be so deep if I could have held or comforted her. If she'd had a chance to sleep peacefully.
I lost her after fifteen years to a bad UTI and delayed reaction to the sedatives they had to use to handle her at the vet. Won't go into the details but it was an extremely traumatic experience in ways that left me with vivid flashbacks until I threw away my rug and reorganized my room. I don't blame the emergency vet, they did what they could and were very kind, but I do blame myself for making the wrong decisions and letting my baby go in pain after so many years together. The guilt wouldn't be so deep if I could have held or comforted her. If she'd had a chance to sleep peacefully.
I'll miss my little Corky forever.